It was taking every ounce of my strength to keep my wolf within. It thirst for blood, blood of the one responsible for the death of my younger brother, my last living relative. With him gone, I was a lone wolf, much like everyone else in my pack.

My pack was made up of a strange lot. We were all rogues with no where else to go and no family to claim us, but somehow we had turned into one of the strongest and most feared packs around.

We reached the dungeon and entered. I flicked on the lights and heard shuffling below. I growled, the thought of sinking my teeth into her neck and shaking her like a rag doll consumed me.

I was hit immediately by the putrid smell of vomit, mixed with dirt and blood. I stopped halfway down the long stairwell that led to the cells. Conner and Leo stopped and look at me like I had gone mad. There was something hidden under all those other smells, something sweet and tantalizing.

I breathed deeper, singling out the unknown scent. A fragrance that I have never smelled before wafted my senses and consumed me entirely. My head buzzed and my body flushed with heat. What evil was this? Had the Hunters discovered a new way to attract and tempt my kind?

I lost control as I breathed the delectable scent in, I broke out in a hot sweat and my skin burned. The wolf in me was attempting to reveal itself. I bent over slightly and gripped my pounding head.

"What's wrong with you?" Conner asked. "Still shaken from your tumble with the werewolves?"

I straightened up as my skin cooled and the wolf within slowly recoiled. After a few more deep breaths, I completely regained control of my wolf, but the aroma was still there and getting stronger the further down we went.

I ignored Conner's banter, the desire to find the source of the scent that was alluring my wolf was all I could think about.

The lights in the cell where dim and she was scrunched up in a corner with the most shadows, but my wolf eyes could see her perfectly.

She was a mess in men's clothing that were four times too big for her and she was covered in dirt and blood. Long, silky, midnight black hair cascaded down her back and partially hid her face from view.

I stepped closer to the bars, my proximity causing her to turn her head towards me. I was accosted by rich chocolate eyes with honey swirls in the irises. Those eyes of hers bewitched me as she looked upon me with curiosity and hate.

I inhaled deeper. The smell I was so eagerly after was her, not her clothes, not a perfume, but her skin, her very essence. My body was at war with itself. How could something I hate so much, set my body ablaze with such an enticing scent?

She pushed her body upward until she was standing, giving me a better view of her. She was covered in deep cuts, blood dripped from each gash and I noticed that she favored one of her ankles.

That fact that the Huntress was badly injured should have made me happy, but it didn't. As a matter of fact it enraged me. I caught a few more scents on her that further tore at my resolve. I could smell Conner and Leo on her.

My wolf lost it completely. My hands that were gripping the bar squeezed and snapped the metal in two. She sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her back as close to the far wall as it would go.

Mine! The wolf inside me roared.

Conner approached me with the key in his hand. The possessive growl that rumbled in my chest had him covering his face and jumping back from the bars. I snatched the key from his hand and entered the cell.

Now that I was in here, what the hell was I going to do? Part of me wanted to scoop her up in my arms and whisk her away to heal her wounds, but the other part of me wanted to squeezes her until there was no more breath in her lungs.

"Out!" I roared.

It didn't take Conner and Leo long to to scurry back up the stairs.

She watched me with careful eyes of a predator as I stalked closer. My wolf was taking over. I knew I should keep my distance, but I couldn't, I had completely lost control of my body.

I was directly in front of her now and her breathing became short and fast at my nearness. I bent towards her, she started to snatch her face away, but my warning growl made her go still again.

I placed my arms on both sides of her body, blocking her in and bent my head towards her. I brushed my cheek against hers, the contact sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. I breathed her scent in deeply. I could have stood there all day, but she shook me from my stupor.

"You're the alpha?"

Her voice was smooth and sweet like molasses. I pulled my face away from hers and looked down into her eyes.

"I am." I say in a husky voice.

"You'll forgive me if I don't stick around to play cat and mouse with you."

Her words confused me until she quickly pulled out a small knife, that I had not realized that she had, and plunged it into my chest.

A growl of frustration and anger rumbled in my chest, but I did not even flinch. I watched her eyes grow wide as I slowly pulled the knife from my chest and toss it out of the cell. The wound stopped bleeding immediately and began to close up.

"But it's silver."

She said in frustration and anger.

A wicked laugh bubbled up from inside me.

"Apparently you need some schooling and maybe I will be the one to teach you. Lycans are not affected by silver as you can very well see."

Fear flickered in her eyes, but it was only there for a brief second before it was replaced with anger and hate. I had to admit her spunk in the face of danger thrilled me.

"There's more than one way to skin a lycan." She hissed.

"You let me know when you figure out a way."

To further enrage her, I ran my rough cheek against her soft neck. Marking her with my scent. Her breath caught in her throat, but she did not move. She knew she was outmatched.

I stepped away and devoured her with my eyes one last time before locking her back in the cell. My wolf whimpered as I left her below, but I had to get the hell out of there before I did something stupid.